“I was with John for all the wrong reasons,” Celeste admitted. “I wanted to belong to someone, to love someone and be loved back so badly….” She blew out a sigh. “I guess I deluded myself into thinking something was there that really wasn’t.”
“That’s why decisions need to be based on logic,” Rand said.
“All decisions?” she asked.
“Oh, come on. Some things just aren’t logical.”
Rand slanted a grin at her. “Like you?”
She rolled her eyes, then smiled back. “Yeah, like me.”
“Okay, well, I admit that some things—” he shot her another teasing grin.
“—and some people aren’t logical. But there’s a logical response to everything.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her eyes held a playful challenge.
“So what’s the logical response to this?” With a mischievous grin, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him backward.
“This.” Grabbing her arms, he pulled her down on top of him. She laughed as she landed on his chest.
And then he heard her breath hitch. Or maybe it was his—because as he gazed into her face, a surge of desire kicked in, hard and fast and urgent. Her eyes were all smoky need, her lips a plump, parted invitation. His arms wound around her, and the next thing he knew, he’d pulled her down and covered her mouth with his.